Following on from my earlier post re: the experience of travelling to work on public transport while on crutches, the good people of London and Surrey excelled themselves today and I was offered a seat no less than 8 times. I naturally declined because I am dead hard.
In fact, at one point I was ushered all the way from the front of the No 72 bus to the seats at the rear by a loudly dressed and just generally loud West Indian gentleman. As he shoved other commuters aside with blithe abandon, he directed me to my seat and laughing (loudly) said, "Come up here, man, this is where aaaaaaall the cripples are sitting!", by which he meant two other sheepish looking people on crutches.
Taking a slash
6 days ago